There— Just beyond the warning lights. Look at her. Absolutely magnificent. Khaki dust upon his boots, A solar map folded wrong, Whistling through the quarantine Like nothing could go wrong. Saw a shimmer in the nebula, A crown of obsidian fire— He never checked the warnings, He just felt a wild desire. Every beacon blinking scarlet, Every siren screaming, “No!” But every danger in the universe Was somewhere beautiful to go. They said, “Don’t reach out— Those lovely scales conceal the teeth.” He smiled and whispered, “What an exquisite texture… I bet it feels like velvet and lightning underneath.” Oh, she’s a gorgeous catastrophe, A toothy, scaly dream, A supernova heartbeat, A silent velvet scream. I’ll touch the edge of the event horizon Just to feel the fire glow, And ride the wave of the apocalypse Wherever solar winds may blow. If the universe has teeth, I want to see them shine. Every monster might be friendly If you give it enough time. That’s the golden retriever theory— Every god could use a friend. That’s the golden retriever theory— Love them right up to the end. Most people saw an apex god And fled the quadrant fast; He waved as though he’d found a friend He hadn’t seen since ages past. “Easy now, you beauty— I know you’re frightened too.” Then he approached the planet-eater For a slightly better view. He treated every cosmic horror Like a dog that needed love, While seven moons evacuated And the stars went dark above. They cried, “Come back! That thing could swallow worlds alive!” He laughed, “Just look at those magnificent talons! What a time to be alive!” Oh, she’s a gorgeous catastrophe, A toothy, scaly dream, A supernova heartbeat, A silent velvet scream. I’ll touch the edge of the event horizon Just to feel the fire glow, And ride the wave of the apocalypse Wherever solar winds may blow. If the universe has teeth, I want to see them shine. Every monster might be friendly If you give it enough time. Crikey… Look at those talons. Absolutely magnificent. I’m just going to reach in— Very gently— And give her a little— His final words were wonder, Not a prayer and not retreat; Still admiring all that beauty As the void closed at his feet. The wounds were never injuries, They were souvenirs he wore— Collecting scars from miracles Until there was room for no more. He didn’t lose his final battle; He found what he came to find: The most astonishing creature Beneath an alien sky. Oh, she’s a gorgeous catastrophe, A toothy, scaly dream, A supernova heartbeat, A silent velvet scream. He touched the edge of the event horizon, Watched the whole creation glow, Then rode the wave of the apocalypse Wherever solar winds may blow. If the universe has teeth, He vanished in their shine, Still believing every monster Could become a friend in time. That’s the golden retriever theory— Every god could use a friend. That’s the golden retriever theory— Love them right up to the end. No tragedy. No grand regret. Just one last beautiful mistake. What an exquisite texture… Velvet and lightning… Goodbye, mortal coil. Wow… What a gorgeous specimen.
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